I pooshed de button, and dropped my cookies.
"Blah blah blah blah" said this guy in military uniform. At least that is what is sounded like to me. I don't speak Spanish. So, I said the only Spanish words I know: "No Hablo Espaniol." He responed to me with "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Espaniol blah blah blah blah."
I dropped my cookies. (that is not a metaphore, I was eating cookies). I was barely awake. I found myself in this situation after being woken up in the middle of the night, during one of the longest bus/train/boat journeys of my life.
We were in a building, but he (and I) were standing next to some sort of traffic light. He then said "Poosh de button," so I pooshed de button on the pole and the traffic light went green and said "Passe"
So I got back on the bus and pretended (to myself) to sleep.
I thought I was being clever. I arrived in Tiajuana by tram from San Diego at around 1pm, and decided to leave immediately (after una cerveceria) and head away from the tourist border town thing. So I chose Mexicalli, which seemed to be the next main town.
Mexicalli is a tourist border town. Doh. But worse, it's a hell hole. The Hotels I found were $60/night US. I learned of one for $20 but the guy said it was "dangerous".
When I finally found the bus station again, I unfurled the map. And after being on the move for 10 hours, got on an overnighter to Los Mochos.
It was during this overnighter I pooshed de button, and dropped my cookies.
Oh, but it wasn't over when I got to Los Mochos that morning. I was quite dissapointed and worried about my trip as a whole, when I found Los Mochos to be a quite and ugly and uncofortable town. I decided to take a 20 minute bus to T
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